Sleep well....

Do me a favor, fascinate me. When you have that left over feeling, the parties gone and your sitting in the gnats of drizzle falling from a mauve sky, dragging that smoke on long as you can just to find some use of time. You hear only white noise, and you see only lights. My eyes burn when I shut them, a little hum and crackle of cinder over a dry pupil. There is an echo of thoughts about you in the back of my head, and I fall to the delusion that there is something unspoken. An aerial pass over the crescent of flesh, a warm calm becomes the silence. Frequencies ripple forth, and I’m happy just to be lost in this vision of you. It puts a stop to the bleeding of days gone bye; them long savage brutes which constrict like lead serpents, and it all falls away into the chasm I don’t bother to gaze back upon. An inspiration in the abyss of night you sing to me, hues of morning blue and crisp salvation green. Weightless, soaring in my mind, the dream of you drifts like a sifting veil in an angelic tide of winds. Your heading towards greatness you achieved from that first breath. The shackles of life will breath away, like silk sand in your fingertips. You’ll be soaring on high even when you don’t know it. Even now as you bask in sleep, you haunt my dreams, memories, and revelries. Those wings ascend in the night, and I thank whatever god there is that they are eternally soaring. I’ll drift to sleep time and time again, with the spirit of you there, lying in docile beauty, a looming beacon of grace which lets me know that there is greatness in people; a gorgeous reminder that not all of humanity is barren and retched. With more celestial beauty than the brightest street lamp, I breath this inspiration of you, and smile at the fact that you do not need the same of me. The closest thing I will ever know to heaven, is knowing you.